Golden head by golden
head,
Like two pigeons in
one nest
Folded in each other’s
wings,
They lay down, in
their curtained bed:
Like two blossoms on
one stem,
Like two flakes of
new-fallen snow,
Like two wands of
ivory
Tipped with gold for
awful kings.
Moon and stars beamed
in at them,
Wind sang to them
lullaby,
Lumbering owls forbore
to fly,
Not a bat flapped to
and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and
breast to breast
Locked together in one
nest.
-
Rossetti’s Goblin Market, a snippet
